Soldiers fortune [In progress]
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"Just remember...there are worse things in the world than a gun pointed to you face...you'll know when you find them..." David chuckled.
"I'm just going off to check my gear, call if you need me"
"I'm just going off to check my gear, call if you need me"
G'night
Jonah, after sitting in the vehicle for a period of time, decides that having the vehicles out on the road is not the best idea, tactically, and proceeds to drive them around the building to the nearest doors, not blocking them, but covering them and leaving them within easy reach of the rest of his team should they come under fire again.
"Agreed, and I will." and with that, Chris spun his rifle around to cover the left side of the perimeter. It was difficult to make estimated ranges without significant landmarks besides dunes, but Chris did his best. He soon readied his rifle, and waited.
good night everybody, see yall after school tomorrow
Michael looked over the intel in the pouch. "Suspiciously useful, but it's all we got." he muttered to himself. As he walked back to the cars, he reached for his radio, preparing to brief the team on the their next move:
"All Spartans, this is one: This intel suggests Axel is in Orumiyah, so that's where we're headed. Plan is tentatively the same; set up an observation post as close as we can, wait for darkness and then move in. The enemy'll know we were here and probably where we're headed next. They're looking for us, so apart from the snipers, we ride with weapons at the ready. So, get in your gear," seeing Brennan in his vest as he said this, "if you haven't already. Get ready to mount up, you got five minutes."
Michael proceed over to the back of his car and dug out his own vest and and deftly put it on while walking to his side of the car, pushing away the knocked-out Iranian he'd left slumped against it, before getting in.
"All Spartans, this is one: This intel suggests Axel is in Orumiyah, so that's where we're headed. Plan is tentatively the same; set up an observation post as close as we can, wait for darkness and then move in. The enemy'll know we were here and probably where we're headed next. They're looking for us, so apart from the snipers, we ride with weapons at the ready. So, get in your gear," seeing Brennan in his vest as he said this, "if you haven't already. Get ready to mount up, you got five minutes."
Michael proceed over to the back of his car and dug out his own vest and and deftly put it on while walking to his side of the car, pushing away the knocked-out Iranian he'd left slumped against it, before getting in.
David noticed the Fallen body and went to look.
"Oi! Mikey, Didn't tell me we had another one Alive!"
"Oi! Mikey, Didn't tell me we had another one Alive!"
Keal looked at the Iranian then said, "Whatever, shoot the bastard." Keal hopped in the front car again. He had his SCAR ready between his legs with his M9 holstered. After the last attack, Keal had also taken a combat knife, which he slid into a pouch on his left shoulder. He had clips all through his webbing, grenades, flash bangs and breaching charges. He was ready.
Keal leaned forward and said to Michael, "Should we leave the windows down? They sure as hell won't stop a bullet, and if we get ambushed again I want to be able to shoot out of the car so we aren't sitting ducks. We might not have the luxury of getting out again."
Keal leaned forward and said to Michael, "Should we leave the windows down? They sure as hell won't stop a bullet, and if we get ambushed again I want to be able to shoot out of the car so we aren't sitting ducks. We might not have the luxury of getting out again."
"Hey, don't Shoot him, think we can get Directions to Orum...Or-umy...what ever the fuck you say it?" David asked as he pulled his Steyr AUG out of the Trunk of the car and holstered his Revolver.
"Hey, don't Shoot him, think we can get Directions to Orum...Or-umy...what ever the fuck you say it?"
Michael looked up, incredulously, at West for a second, before digging into his bag and withdrawing a map and held it up for West to see. It displayed a city clearly labled "Orumiyeh".
"As for that guy," he said, gesturing to the unconscious soldier, "He's pointless, just leave him. Zip 'im and gag 'im if you really want to, but no shooting."
He left the map lying on the car's dashboard, before digging into the bag to retrieve an energybar.
"And yeah, windows down, so remember to wear your scarf and mittens, children." Michael tried to finish the sentence with a half-hearted chuckle, but wasn't sure if it came out as a cough instead.
"Ah, what's the point." he muttered, as he set about opening his little pack of calories.
Still chewing on his first bite, he reached for his radio:
"Spartan Actual, this is one. Sit-update: We have intel on Axel's pos, inside Orumiyeh. Moving to set up an OP and wait until nightfall to move in. If this guys is as critical to the war as you say, you're gonna have to do better on the support. We're gonna need, at minimum, extraction birds standing by and some close-air support would just be swell. And if the spooks are interested in getting their man back, they'd better start pitching in with intel. Spartan one, out."
Michael looked up, incredulously, at West for a second, before digging into his bag and withdrawing a map and held it up for West to see. It displayed a city clearly labled "Orumiyeh".
"As for that guy," he said, gesturing to the unconscious soldier, "He's pointless, just leave him. Zip 'im and gag 'im if you really want to, but no shooting."
He left the map lying on the car's dashboard, before digging into the bag to retrieve an energybar.
"And yeah, windows down, so remember to wear your scarf and mittens, children." Michael tried to finish the sentence with a half-hearted chuckle, but wasn't sure if it came out as a cough instead.
"Ah, what's the point." he muttered, as he set about opening his little pack of calories.
Still chewing on his first bite, he reached for his radio:
"Spartan Actual, this is one. Sit-update: We have intel on Axel's pos, inside Orumiyeh. Moving to set up an OP and wait until nightfall to move in. If this guys is as critical to the war as you say, you're gonna have to do better on the support. We're gonna need, at minimum, extraction birds standing by and some close-air support would just be swell. And if the spooks are interested in getting their man back, they'd better start pitching in with intel. Spartan one, out."
In RL
*Face Desk*
Iran
David replied "Shit...sorry, didn't get one with my gear for some reason..."
*Face Desk*
Iran
David replied "Shit...sorry, didn't get one with my gear for some reason..."
Keal swung the door open and hopped out, using a cable tie to cuff the soldier and dragged him over to the toll booth. He left the man's legs uncuffed, so he could walk. Keal picked his gun back up, kicked the Iranian in the side then walked over to the car. He wound down the window and got back it.
Keal heard Michael on the radio and said, "Damn, wish we have some air support. I love just sitting back and watching superior fire power do it's work. Hope they don't give us jets though, at least choppers can hover and cover us instead of just bombing the place.
Keal heard Michael on the radio and said, "Damn, wish we have some air support. I love just sitting back and watching superior fire power do it's work. Hope they don't give us jets though, at least choppers can hover and cover us instead of just bombing the place.
"We'll get air support soon enough once the Marines start their little invasion..." Spooky said. He got into the other vehicle with HK and shotgun ready. He placed the shotgun on the floor and he placed the HK on the window.
"But even then they can't aim for shit anyway."
"But even then they can't aim for shit anyway."
Striker unloaded his rifle, cased it and put it in the trunk. If it came down to another fight from the cars, he would be better off driving anyway. He did put his combat vest on, though, and got into the driver's seat of the lead vehicle.
"Ready to move out" Striker added, anxious to get going.
"Ready to move out" Striker added, anxious to get going.
"Spartan 1 this is Spartan Actual, loud and clear on the sitrep. I've been given strict orders that US military vehicles cannot cross the border, Give me a moment." The Radio goes dead for a while before you hear his voice yet again.
"Spartan 1, I might have a couple of Brits crazy enough to give you some CAS after you've received Axel. I'm gonna keep trying to get you a bird out of there but till then proceed with Objective, Actual out."
"Spartan 1, I might have a couple of Brits crazy enough to give you some CAS after you've received Axel. I'm gonna keep trying to get you a bird out of there but till then proceed with Objective, Actual out."